She doesn't make it!

Veevee felt the danger brewing, and fought to keep herself and her pussy under control. But at that point her body was like a rollercoaster, teetering upon the very heights of arousal and poised to fall at any moment. When the spasms came, she fell to her knees and moaned loudly on the bathroom floor, unashamed but certain that the jig was up. But not right away...

Immediately the two not-so-clandestine nymphs gushed their praises to the other, unaware that the first orgasm was but one of three.

"Oh yes, Baby, yes! Cum, cum!" Miss Gold Sandals cried, huffing and puffing and curling her toes at the peak of pleasure.

The stewardess thrashed her legs wildly as she pushed herself over the edge and yelled, "Cum, Honey, yes! I can feel it too!!"

And then, together they sang, "Oh I'm cumming!!!" and closed the lustful melody with a chorus of heavy, satisfied panting.

Veevee laughed quietly at the predicament: both the women had assumed that Veevee's throe of passion belonged to the other. She wondered if they might figure it out at any moment? Or perhaps their pleasures were far too great to notice anyone besides themselves. Either way, Veevee wouldn't hesitate to give these ladies the chance to notice her up close and -personally.- She slipped some fingers into her panties and sampled her still-warm pussy, and sighed with anticipation.

The sounds from the bathroom stalls abruptly halted, and the once heady exhalations became mere whispers. A mousey voice creeped out from behind the far door; Veevee could just barely make it out:

"Did you hear someone?"

"I think so..."

A pause. Veevee covered her mouth and held her breath, doing her darnedest not to laugh.

"Is she still out there?"

"I don't know...why don't you look?"

"Why don't -you- look!?"

-Oh those poor dears!- Veevee thought to herself, cracking a smile underneath her hard-pressed palms. She was certain that-- like her pleasured cries-- she wouldn't be able to hold this one in.